"Are you going to give up the package or not?" demanded Dave.
"Who says I—er—took . any package of yours?" blustered the bully, trying to put on a bold front.
"I say so," declared Dave. "And you not only took it but you signed for it. Merwell, do you know that signing another person's name without permission is forgery?" he went on, pointedly.
At these plain words Link Merwell grew pale.
"I—er—I didn't sign your name."
"You pretended to sign it, and that's the same thing. You got the package from the office by fraud."
"No, I didn't. I said I'd take it to the school, and I did."
"Then where is it?"
"In your dormitory."
"Where?"
"On the top shelf of the closet—been there since yesterday," and now Link Merwell leered over the joke he had played.
"Ha! ha! ha!" came from Nat Poole. "That's one on you, Dave Porter."
"It was a mean trick to play," was Phil's comment.
"Did you open that package?" demanded Dave.
